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My female.

In a lunge, I sank my teeth into her shoulder, digging my canines deep into her flesh. In the same move, I slammed her hard onto my knot. Her blood exploded on my tongue. Unlike any taste. Unlike any human I had devoured.

She screamed again and she bucked against me desperately, her sex squeezing around me. I whimpered against her shoulder. Her panting caused my knot to expand, locking me inside her.

Release came on at the end of my knot locking her to me. Every one of my limbs trembled. Bliss spiraled down my spine and I roared.

My cock spilled with wringing agony.

I had claimed the human as mine and no other would do. I caught her as she fell forward, holding her to my chest as I leaned against her nest. The soft fabric gave way to my weight. She had odd human items in her den. Ones I had never seen. I nestled her to my chest so she could be comfortable. Hard surfaces were no issue to me. They were what I had grown used to.

The walls of her sex squeezed me. I shuddered, huffing in pained pleasure. I nestled her spine against my front, running my claw against the fur on her head as she usually did to me.

“Fenrir.” She stopped speaking. I held still. What would she say? If she wanted to escape me, it would not happen— “Do the females of your species bleed?”

It took a moment to understand her question.

“Yes, when they are ready to breed.”

“Well, it’s a little different as a human. We bleed after we’re ‘ready to breed’ as you put it. So the way it works is whatever isn’t used . . .” The lull of her voice soothed me. She continuedspeaking, but all I could focus on was how her sex clasped my cock.

Yes, little human, whatever you said.

I held her to me as she continued speaking. My knot incrementally softened, and she moved. Would she try to leave? She twisted and her frail, weak hands sank into my fur.

Instead of showing fear or running away, she climbed on me, clutching me tight.

A shiver coasted up my spine and a low rumble vibrated my chest. My body jerked and I found myself leaning into her touch. She yanked her hand back.

“Sorry, I forgot you’re not into touching.”

I carefully lifted her wrist and set her hand back where it had been.

“You are different.” The comment rumbled from my throat. Her large eyes blinked up at me and her small features became red.

I cocked my head to the side. What did this mean? Humans were expressive and I was coming to learn that there was a reason behind every reaction her body offered.

Her blunt claws scratched my neck, running upwards in a sweeping motion until she reached my ears. The rumble in my chest made her petting pause.

“Are . . . you . . . purring?”

“I do not know what ‘purring’ means,” I said. All that mattered was that she continue scratching my fur. I forced her hand back against my chest, forcefully rubbing it against me as she had been doing.

“You are mine, Mia.” She must know her truth. There would be none to take her from me. To touch her as that disgusting male had attempted.

“Yours?” Her eyes widened up at me.

SIXTEEN

MIA

His claim repeatedin my head. Fenrir had said that to me before, but this time it felt different. What the hell was going on . . . and why did I like it? Unlike when Jason said it, Fenrir’s announcement curled pleasure through my chest.

My stomach continued to somersault.

I finally felt safe—because of him. The swell of memories rushed forward. Jason had attacked me. He’d kissed me and touched me. If Fenrir had not come for me, he would have taken me like . . .

I burst into tears.

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